"Quick, summon the gods!"

As soon as the words fell, Lian Ning’er flicked her wrist, and three long incense sticks shot out, securely wedging themselves into the gaps of the roof tiles.

Inner strength surged, and amidst fierce friction, these three long incense sticks moved without wind.

True qi exposed.

This is... Innate Realm!

Lian Ning’er, a Saint, is actually an Innate Realm martial artist!

The other White Lotus Saints repeated this action, tossing three long incense sticks that securely embedded into the cracks ahead.

As the incense sticks ignited, cyan smoke spiraled around, enveloping these dozen figures within.

"The saints are invoking the gods~!"

A hoarse and desolate voice suddenly arose from the crowd.

More than ten saints started to act.

Their movements and the spiraling smoke in the air attracted a large number of White Lotus Sect followers below.

"Saints!"

"It’s the Saints!"

"The Saints are summoning gods!"

"Summon the Jade Emperor, kill all the corrupt officials!"

"White Lotus Incarnation, pity us mortals. Mother of Non-birth, Hometown of the True Void!!!"

On the rooftop.

Lian Ning’er fiercely tore her own clothes, and the white long skirt was instantly shredded, revealing her nearly nude body.

Strangely, her originally flawless white body was now covered with apricot-yellow talismans.

The talismans bore black ink resembling ghostly inscriptions, wrapping her figure like a yellow rice dumpling.

Only her pale arms and thighs were exposed, emitting a faint yellow light.

She then took out a handful of incense, exhaled, and the three sticks ignited again.

Holding the three incense sticks, she bowed towards the east from afar.

Then she lifted the smoking incense head and inserted it into her cheek.

With a constant sizzling sound, the dark red incense head pierced through her left cheek and then out her right cheek.

The piercing corrosion sound followed, and the cyan smoke, shockingly, formed a vaguely emergent gigantic palace in the air.

Incense sticks burning.

The other dozen saints’ different actions made the aerial palace even clearer.

Lian Ning’er’s voice then grew hoarse and coarse, roaring, "Start Divination!"

Blood dripped from her mouth, and the three incense sticks inserted horizontally into her face like two sharp fangs.

Red blood dripped onto the talisman-covered paper clothing of Lian Ning’er.

"Sound echoes rivers and seas! Divine light bursts, illuminating the sky!"

"Invoke gods to eat incense~!"

Accompanied by a low, thunderous tiger roar, the surrounding smoke rapidly swirled and drilled into Lian Ning’er’s wide-open mouth.

When the firecrackers fell silent, Lian Ning’er’s eyes turned completely white, and her limbs twisted into impossible positions for a normal person.

"Fragrant scent resonates with heaven and earth, lighting aromatic incense throughout the heavenly gate;"

"Golden birds gallop like cloud arrows, jade hares radiate like wheels;"

"Southern Dipper and Beidou shine across the sky, colorful clouds scatter chaotically;"

"In Ziwei Palace, the holy temple opens, peach queen beckons immortals;"

"Thousands of miles of fragrant paths invite, flying clouds and galloping horses descend;"

"Invite three grace masters to this altar, rows of saints and Vajras come alike;"

"Profound Celestial True Martial Grand General, Five Directions and Five Emperors manifest like clouds;"

"See the two great saints of snowy mountains, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Nezha Lang;"

"Support the Divination Child to speak, clearly guiding the faithful women;"

"Divine soldiers hasten by divine decree!"

Instantly, a more solid golden light descended from the sky, crashing onto Lian Ning’er.

Not just her.

Multiple golden lights flickered, descending from the sky, landing on the other dozen saints around her.

In an instant.

Different golden divine lights appeared on these dozen figures.

Some were clad in golden armor, resembling golden armored divine beings.

Some wielded Three-foot Cyan Peak, sword qi all-embracing.

Others held giant axes, as if splitting mountains.

Some wielded treasured umbrellas, divine light vibrant.

Leading them was Lian Ning’er, with a palace skirt woman floating above her.

Silken ribbons formed from more than ten threads danced in the wind, full of immortal aura.

Unlike the common sect followers’ summoning skills, these dozen followers retained their consciousness after summoning the gods.

Lian Ning’er spoke, "Holy Mother explicitly stated, our invocation could elevate our martial arts cultivation by one tier."

"You are all Grandmaster Realm martial artists, and now, with the divine beings possessing you, you can fight Innate Realm martial artists."

"Even if the Dragon-soaring Army is strong, it won’t be a match for us."

"Hahaha... Elder Lian is right. I can feel... power! This is true power!"

"Kill!"

With a shout, over ten figures rushed towards Xu Mujun and the Dragon-soaring Army.

Lian Ning’er confidently stepped forward, spoke coldly, "Innate martial artists? Hehehe..."

"I am now beyond the Innate Realm."

"Even against a Late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivator, I can put up a battle."

"Mere Xu Mujun? Easily within my grasp?"

"Holy Mother!"

"I shall prove to you, your choice was a mistake back then..."

"I am the true candidate for Saintess!"

Lian Ning’er whispered, then her figure moved, her silhouette darted like a descending fairy, charging swiftly towards Xu Mujun.

Aim for the rider before the horse, capture the king before the thief!

As long as Xu Mujun is captured, the Imperial Court army will collapse on its own.

Then, she, Lian Ning’er, will be White Lotus Sect’s greatest hero.

Then, she shall become White Lotus Sect’s new Saintess!

"Colorful Feather Robe!"

A hundred meters away from Xu Mujun, she suddenly flicked her sleeves, and the pale pink long skirt immediately transformed into blades, slashing towards Xu Mujun.

The Dragon-soaring Army soldiers in the way were easily slain, unable to resist.

"Puff!"

As she prepared to strike again, a blood-colored sword light suddenly swept from afar, effortlessly severing the layers of veils and sleeves!

"How impossible...!"

Lian Ning’er exclaimed, "This is divine power materialized, mere mortals..."

"Kill him!"

A shout resounded, and the other dozens of saints charged forward.

The fastest was a silver-armored divine being wielding a long spear.

The long spear in his hand flickered with silver light, like a cobra striking, almost transforming into lightning aiming at Xu Mujun.

Xu Mujun barely moved, yet reached out towards the spear.

In disbelief, the others saw the long spear aimed at Xu Mujun bizarrely breaking inch by inch.

The silver-armored divine light on this saint’s body also collapsed visibly, and when Xu Mujun’s hand grasped his head, the divine light summoned had already fully dissipated.

"Crack!"

With just a slight twist, Xu Mujun wrenched the saint’s head off!

"How, how is this possible...!"

"Zhao He!"

"Summoning, summoning is ineffective!"

"Xu Mujun... who exactly are you?!"

Countless startled voices echoed, and over ten summoned followers stood dumbfounded, unwilling to believe their eyes.

Lian Ning’er also gasped, as if realizing something, gritting her teeth and exclaimed, "Attack!"

"With Mother of Non-birth’s protection, no spectres dare approach!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill...!"